Before he inserted the egg, he kissed her first. Kissing got her juices flowing, he had noticed. And he loved that something so simple, something that was just him, without accessories, could have such an effect on her. It got him going as well.
He grabbed a fistful of braids and pulled her head back as he tongued or bit every inch of her mouth. With his other hand, he rubbed the egg between her clit and folds. When he placed it at her slit, her cunt eagerly sucked up the egg. Her kisses grew more urgent. Reaching into his pocket for the remote, he turned the egg on to its lowest setting while he continued to devour her mouth.
He increased the vibration. Distracted by the sensations that were filling her cunt, she stopped kissing and moaned against his lips.
“Jesus, that feels good,” she whispered.
“Does it, pet?” he murmured on her lips. “I can make it feel even better.”
“Yeah?”
He dialed the vibration up a couple notches and watched her lashes flutter, her lips part, her breath become erratic.
Her eyes grew wide. “Oh...wow...”
“All you got to do is tell me what you know about De Reyes and Chang.”
“Wh...?”
“You’re not someone who talks for the sake of talking. There’s something you’re not telling me.”
He could tell she had trouble thinking, so he decreased the vibration. “Dawson Chang and Carlos De Reyes. What do you know?”
“They’re colleagues.”
He yanked her hair hard. “Don’t fuck with me by telling me shit I already know.”
Her eyes flashed in anger. “Why do you keep thinking I know something?”
“Are you suggesting you’ve been completely truthful with me?”
She didn’t sa
y anything.
“Thought so,” he muttered, releasing her and returning the vibration to its lowest setting.
He walked over to the wall and flipped a switch. The hook began to rise, pulling her a few feet off the floor before stopping.
“What are you doing?” she asked with apprehension.
“I’m going to get the truth one way or another. It’s up to you how long you want the torment to last.”
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
What the...?
This was not good. Dangling in the air had transferred the pressure from her toes to her arms but not necessarily for the better. Kimani wriggled, trying to find a way back down to the ground. How the hell was she going to get herself out of this predicament?
Wait. Had he mentioned “torment” again?
A jolt of vibration through her lower body caused her to shudder. Her thoughts scattered. She tried to rein them back in. She couldn’t escape without them.
But the vibrations felt so good. She was sure she could come any minute now. All that time left to herself with erotic imagery on the screen had built tension that desperately wanted release.
Hadn’t she been a good pet? Didn’t she ask to be fucked, beg for his cock like he’d wanted her to?
She moaned as the vibrations faded once more to a faint and dull hum, enough to keep her arousal front and center but not enough to send her over the edge.